- Buddusky: He don't stand a chance in Portsmouth, you know. You know that, don't you? Goddamn grunts, kickin' the shit outta him for eight years... he don't stand a chance.
- Mulhall: I don't want to hear about it.
- Buddusky: 'Maggot' this, 'maggot' that... Marines are really assholes, you know that? It takes a certain kind of a sadistic temperament to be a Marine.
- Mulhall: I consider myself in jeopardy with you man, understand? In jeopardy. This ain't no farewell party n' he ain't retirin'. Understand? He's a prisoner n' we're takin' 'im to the jailhouse. N' you have a tendency to forget that. You're a menace, man. You ain't no simple shit Bad-Ass, you're a motherfuckin' menace. But from now on, MAA can go piss up a rope! You ain't no honcho! N' I wanna hear no more of this horseshit psychology jive! No more turnin' that boy's head around to prove what a fuckin' big man you are! You're a lifer like me! Navy's the best thing ever happened to me, n' I don't want'cha to fuck me up, y'understand?
- Meadows: If you're Catholic, do you think it's, uh, sacrilegious to chant?
- Buddusky: Did it get you laid?
- Meadows: No.
- Buddusky: Then Meadows, what the fuck do you want to go on chanting for?
- Mulhall: Chant your ass off, kid. But any pussy you get in this world, you gonna have to pay for, one way or another.
- Buddusky: Hallelujah!
- Marine O.D.: [in bathroom at bus station] Sailor looks like he's lost something.
- Marine: Probably has trouble finding it with those thirteen buttons.
- Buddusky: If I was a Marine, I wouldn't have to fuck with no thirteen buttons. I'd just take my hat off.
- Nichiren Shoshu Member: But now I, well, I really love the clarinet and I can't even remember why I wanted the flute in the first place.
- Buddusky: Boy, they really stuck it to ya, didn't they, kid! Stick it in and break it off. Up your giggy with a wah-wah brush, stick it in an' break it off.
- Buddusky: [Buddusky's response to a woman's sarcastic remark about his navy uniform] You know what I like most about this uniform? The way it makes your dick look.
- Mulhall: Tell you what, mister citizen bartender. You can take your beers and shove 'em up your ass sideways. Can you dig it?
- Mulhall: When you're in the Navy, shitbird, and you're in transit, nobody knows where the fuck ya are. Now go tell that MAA to fuck himself; I ain't goin' on no shit detail!
- Buddusky: [after about a case of beer] I would like to drink a toast to Batman... Shuperman... and the Human Torch. AH-HA-HA!
- Nichiren Shoshu Leader: Welcome to a Nichiren Shoshu discussion meeting! Tonight throughout the city there are actually - there are hundreds of meetings like this going on, where people are learning about Nam-myoho-renge-kyo and Gohonzon!
- Meadows: [to Buddusky] What's a "gohonzon"?
- Buddusky: Shhh. I'll tell ya 'bout it later.
- Meadows: Hey, you guys mind if I say somethin'? That guy at the bar, why did you get so mad at him? I don't blame him not givin' me a beer.
- Buddusky: Hey, don't you never get mad at nobody?
- Meadows: Well, sure I do, yeah.
- Mulhall: Who do you get mad at?
- Meadows: Not at somebody who's doing their job.
- Buddusky: Who, then?
- Meadows: Injustice.
- Buddusky: Bullshit! You never get mad at nobody. You're just a pussy!
- Meadows: I do too get mad.
- Mulhall: Did you ever get mad at the old man for what he done to you?
- Meadows: Well, he was just...
- Buddusky: ...doin' his job. Hey, they're gonna take eight years outta your life, man.
- Meadows: Six years. You said six!
- Buddusky: Hey, what the fuck difference does it make? You don't even care about it.
- Mulhall: Come on, Badass, that don't help him.
- Buddusky: Fuck help, fuck fair! Fuck injustice! Don't you ever just wanna fuckin' whomp and stomp on someone, bite off their ear, just to do it...? I mean just to do it, just to get it out of your system?
- Mulhall: [Mulhall and Buddusky are making small talk, waiting for Meadows who is being serviced by a prostitute] You ever been married?
- Buddusky: Not so you'd notice.
- Buddusky: [after a pause] Yeah... once. A little girl in Torrance. You know where that is?
- Mulhall: Huh uh.
- Buddusky: It's near San Pedro on the way to Terminal Island, you know?
- Buddusky: Dottie Brown... She had great tits, and wore angora sweaters all the time. She wanted me to go to trade school and become a TV repair man. Driving around in all that smog and shit, fixing TVs out of the back of a VW bus.
- Buddusky: [looking depressed] I just couldn't do it.
- Meadows: I do remember something I got mad at. Something when I was in the brig, a Marine did.
- Buddusky: What happened? Grunts beat you up?
- Meadows: Yeah... but that didn't get me mad.
- Buddusky: Well, goddamn it, what *did* get you mad?
- Meadows: This Marine guard... he asked me if I believed in Jesus Christ. And I said, "Yeah." And he said that from now on, *he* was Jesus Christ, and I shouldn't ever forget it.
- Buddusky: What did you do? Did you hit him?
- Meadows: Now can you imagine that? That's awful!
- Buddusky: Did you cold-cock him?
- Meadows: He better hope the Chaplain don't catch him at that.
- Mulhall: Shit... most of the Navy Chaplains I know, they want to stand up on the bridge with the old man and look through aviator sunglasses.
- Meadows: Mule... it takes a lot of dedication to be a Chaplain in the Navy.
- Mulhall: It don't take diddly-shit, man!
- Buddusky: They always used to have trouble with my name too. Buddusky. Always wanting to call me "Bad Ass." "Bad Ass." I am Bad Ass. Bad Ass!
- Young Whore: Look, those are the rules. Doesn't matter if it's 10 hours or 10 seconds.
- Buddusky: Okay, tootsie. We'll stake him to another shot.
- Buddusky: [to the taxi driver, as they all get into a cab] How they treatin' you, partner?
- Taxi Driver: Fine, sailor. Where to?
- Buddusky: Oh, just down the road...
- Buddusky: [after a pause] Well, hell, let me tell you what we really want. You look honest. I think I can trust you. We're, uh... we're in transit, the three of us, see? And, uh, well, we could really use the services of a decent whorehouse, know what I mean? One that don't hate G.I.s?
- Buddusky: [as the taxi driver remains silent] Sizable tip in it for ya'...
- Taxi Driver: Save the tip. I get it at the other end.
- Buddusky: Hey, thanks a lot!
- Mulhall: [They're in a bar; Buddusky is competing in a darts game for money] You gotta' help me get Buddusky outta' here. He's bettin' with our travel money.
- Meadows: [looks up at the scoreboard] He's losing, too.
- Mulhall: Yeah!
- Buddusky: [Buddusky comes back over to their table] Now, don't worry about a thing. I'm hustling this guy, understand? I got him right where I want him.
- Meadows: Well, maybe he's hustling *you*?
- Buddusky: Yeah, maybe he is, but, uh, this is not the time to argue about it, because if I don't win, we don't leave New York, huh? Ha ha ha...
- Mulhall: [looks exasperated, shaking his head] Fourteen years... fourteen motherfucking years.
- Buddusky: You ain't leaving D. C. till you got a belly full of beer! Come on, kid! Jesus Christ! Did you see that cracker asshole?
- Buddusky: I'm telling you, Mule, we got it made. All we got to do is get rid of that silly looking creep there and we got these three chicks all to ourselves.
- Mulhall: We have, huh?
- Buddusky: Yeah. Why not?
- Mulhall: Because those three chicks would rather fuck each other than come near us, that's why not.
- Young Whore: Guess you haven't seen many girls with their clothes off, have you? Well, let me tell you. I've got a good body. Not great, but pretty good.